In a dreamy post-coital cuddle, the Widow quivered at the plucking of her silken harp strings.
Her myriad of eyes opened broodingly to yet another brave suitor.
Raising her bulky abdomen from the husk of her previous lover, she waved it at the newcomer and waited.
Unable to resist, he rushed forward anticipating insect-frenzy sex.
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